Act 1 Prologue – "Momento Mori"

The year was 1965 EC, a year considered just as mediocre to many of the world's populace as any other year before it. The cold-war between East and West could be considered a blessing or a curse depending on who you asked. The space-race between the Federation and the Empire had succeeded in two things – Putting a man in space, beyond the heavens once considered the limit, and the invention of missiles that could unleash destruction from a launch-site hundreds, if not thousands of kilometers away.

A delicate balance held the world in equilibrium between peace and total annihilation. Not even the United Coalition of Independent Sovereignties could maintain its political neutrality in the inhospitable political climate that had engulfed every civilized corner of the planet, not with their Ragnite interests in the east at stake. Proxy wars ravaged the developing lands southeast of Europa, and colonies increasingly practiced civil unrest against their foreign masters.

One such place was the Federation puppet-state of Avietan, bordering on the Empire-backed nation of Jerithia to its north. Avietan straddled between two different regions, to the west, an inhospitable desert known as the Middle Badlands, and to the east, an endless expanse of jungle known as the Jerithan. Jerithia was not much different, however the jungle of their namesake pushed westward on the northern end of Jerithia. The same could not be said for their cultures, putting the region under constant threat of war between their clashing social values and rich Ragnite stocks.

Thus was so on July seventh of 1965, when a small incident on the border between the two nations escalated into a violent border clash between the two nations. By the end of the week both nations had formal declarations of war drafted against the other, and the two nations were engulfed in the bloodiest war to grip their history. The Second Jerithan War had finally sparked. On July 20th, Jerithan tanks of Imperial-make rolled across the border after nearly a week of fruitless border skirmishes. With no possible chance against Jerithia's superior military and funding, Avietan was forced to call upon the might of the Federation's armed forces to stem the Jerithian invasion.

With the Federation now involved in the war, it was not long before its allies followed them to war. On August first, Gallia and the UCIS had mobilized their forces, both nations violating decades of neutrality policies put in place by their forefathers. With what looked to be a quick and decisive win, it was not long before a new enemy had appeared to turn the tables. The Avietanese Liberation Front sprung up without warning, bringing deadly guerilla attacks from behind the Avietan line. Noone knew why they fought, what they wanted, or why they would spring up and sabotage the already weak nation as it was under threat. All the Federation knew was a person, their enigmatic Darcsen leader who addressed himself as "Haas".